Disclaimers: The characters do not belong to me even though I wish they
did. They belong to the great and amazing J.K. Rowling.
(The little thing at the end of last chapter; is at about the middle of this chapter.)
Sweet Temptations
Chapter 3 Your Fault!
When Harry woke up, he could here voices somewhere above. He froze when he heard his name.
"Harry scared us all when we were unable to find him," Harry recognized as Professor Dumbledore's voice
"But how did you know that Weasley knew where Potter was?" Harry recognized this voice Professor Mcgonagell's voice.
"I thought that part was quite simple. I figured Mr.Weasley had done something wrong since he wasn't with Ms.Granger. So I figured that he was out at the Quidditch pitch, because in my younger days I always found that flying was an excellent way to get rid of one's feelings.' Professor Dumbledore said
"You found him? Questioned Professor Mcgonagell.
Yes, he came down and met me and he then told me the whole story except a few parts that I know he left out, but I was able to fill in the blanks." Dumbledore said smiling slightly. "But he did tell me that Harry was in the room of requirement, I thanked him and I immediately left for the room of requirement. Upon coming to the room of requirement I found his unconscious body and I levitated him down to the infirmary.
"Strangled," questioned Mcgonagell quietly.
"Precisely, and we have now been waiting for two long and very worrisome days." Dumbledore said sighing.
That is where you're wrong, almost two days," came Harry's rasping voice.
"Ah, Harry so glad your are awake, would like a glass of water?" Professor Dumbledore asked. Harry nodded; he indeed, was quite thirsty. Just as Harry finished drinking the water Madam Pomfrey bustled in.
"You're awake," she said.
"Obviously," Harry muttered so that Madam Pomfrey couldn't hear him. Dumbledore chuckled softly, but Professor McGonagell just looked at him sternly over her square spectacles.
"Albus, Minerva, if you could leave so that I can tend to my patient." Madam Pomfrey said.
"Certainly Poppy," Dumbledore said and in a swish of robes he was gone.
"As will I," Professor McGonagell said
"Wait, Professor, did you give Ron a detention and take away house points?" Harry questioned Harry hoping the answer was no.
I'm afraid I had to Potter, would you mind telling me why Weasley would attempt to hurt you? Asked Professor McGonagell.
Harry turned a very bright shade of red and muttered something that sounded like "I let him."
But Professor McGonagell had a very shrewd idea why. After the check up, Harry was allowed to go free. He was whistling merrily to himself as he walked through the Entrance Hall towards the Great Hall, when he heard something that was certainly not meant for him to hear.
(I thought about leaving off here and having a cliffy but decided against it because the chapter would be to short. So hope you enjoy chappies.) (And oh yeah I do have a girl ya moron.)
"Ronald Weasley, how could you do that to them?" Hermione screamed at her boyfriend.
"First off, he bloody deserves to go to hell for what he did to my sister." Ron bellowed back.
"You arrogant jerk, how could you, your little sister doesn't belong to you. You obviously did not listen to your sister," Hermione yelled furiously at Ron.
"I heard enough to know that Harry Potter assaulted Ginny," Ron yelled at Hermione defiantly.
Hermione then screamed, "We are though," and she smacked Ron with all her might leaving a huge red handprint on his face, and then she then stormed out of the great hall going right past Harry in the process and headed for the first floor stairs.
Harry was numb from shock as he watched Hermione's retreating figure, he then looked back at Ron who was steadily growing redder by the moment.
The next thing Harry knew, he was on the ground being pummeled by Ron.
Ron vaguely herd someone shout "Ron stop!" But it wasn't Hermione's, so he just ignored it.
"This (punch) all (punch) your (punch) fault (punch)" Ron bellowed at the top of his lungs. Ron hit Harry at least five more times after he had said the last few words, before Harry was able to push him off. Harry looked terrible, his lip was bleeding in two separate paces, his eye was already starting to get a bluish tinge to it, and his nose was obviously broken.
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'Ron is such an arrogant jerk' Hermione thought to herself. She was sitting at the top of the steps that lead to the entrance hall, when she started crying her heart out. She thought about Ginny and Harry's situation and about her breaking up with Ron, she hadn't meant for it to happen but she knew she couldn't take it back, and her little list of worries was about to grow a lot longer.
She then heard yelling downstairs in the entrance hall that sounded just like "Ron," she breathed terrifyingly.
When she ran down the stairs, she saw something that she was likely never to forget. Ron was on top of Harry, hitting Harry with all of his might, and as if his life was depending on it. Hermione opened her mouth in a silent scream. Thankfully Harry was able to push off Ron, but Harry didn't look to good at the moment.
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(Harry plays the blame game on himself here, so if you want to skip it go right ahead.)
"You know what Ron, you're right, every fucking thing is my fault. Cedric Diggory died because he was the spare. Sirius died because he cared to much about me which put him in an even more danger than he already was, and look where it has landed him, dead. When Hermione got petrified it was my fault, and all the other people who got petrified, that was my fault to because Riddle wanted me, not anybody else. Remember back in our first year, when you took the hit by that giant chess piece so that Hermione and I could go on. You know what, from now on, if anything bad ever happens to you, you can blame it on me, everybody else so why not you. I am so sorry; I always put your lives in danger without even thinking any thing through. Just think, if I had listened to Hermione, Sirius would still be alive. And now that we are on the topic of the department of Mysteries I can explain further of what happened to the five of you. You, almost get killed by a fucking brain, Hermione gets hit with some dark magic that nearly kills her, Ginny gets stunned and breaks her ankle, Luna was stunned and hit by a redactor curse, Neville was hit by the crutatious curse, not to mention breaking his nose, and I come out unscathed, and do you know what, I hate myself for it. Because I nearly lead all five of you to your death." After Harry had finished there was blood everywhere from his nose and he was panting heavily.
"But what about your life, mate," Ron asked feebly.
"Who fucking cares about my life," Harry said with contempt. After he had said this, he quickly fled.
Harry ran blindly, just to get away from everybody, not even noticing the heavy throbbing in his nose. He found himself in front of the portrait with the Fat Lady, he quickly mumbled the password and went inside. He then plopped down on the couch in front of the fire in the common room. He rested his head in his hands, his thoughts were muddled, he wasn't thinking about anything particular when.
"Harry?" Came a soft voice.
'Oh no, not now,' Harry thought despairingly.
"Are you okay," she asked questioningly.
"Ginny we really need to talk," Harry said through his hands. Harry then continued' "This is not going to work out between you, me, and Luna, and I need to chose between the two of you." Harry said this and he slowly turned to face Ginny, Ginny's eyes were red and swollen from crying.
"Harry," she gasped. "What happened?!?"
"I had another little run in with your brother." Harry said as he delicately touched his nose, which he regretted immediately as visibly winced.
"You're going to the hospital wing right now mister," Ginny stated firmly.
Grudgingly, Harry allowed Ginny to escort him to the hospital wing. Right when Harry and Ginny were about to enter they heard yet another angry voice roar at them.
"Get the fucking hell away from my sister Potter." Ron bellowed from the opposite end of the hall.
"I was just coming up to the hospital wing to see how you were doing and to maybe apologize to you, when I see you touching my sister." Ron yelled furiously at the top of his lungs.
It had seemed that some one had told one of their friends who passed the message on as well, and now it seemed that almost all of the Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs, and Ravenclaws were there. The three houses then formed what looked like a large circle around Harry and Ron. Bets where being made by the boys on what the outcome would be, while girls watched one and then the other to see who would move first.
"You're dead Potty," Ron said audibly as he shifted his feet apart to get a better fighting stance.
"Bring it on Weasel," Harry said in a deadly calm voice as he moved his hand in a motion, as if telling someone to come on.
"5 galleons and 8 sickles that Potter will win," Seamus said to Dean as he got out his money.
"You're on," Dean said with a smirk as he got out his money too.
(Well did you like this chapter, if you did please review, and even if you didn't, I will still take flamers, even if I don't like, it still improves my writing. Sorry for how long it took to update, my Microsoft word wasn't working for a long time. I'll try to update by Wednesday.)
(The little thing at the end of last chapter; is at about the middle of this chapter.)
Sweet Temptations
Chapter 3 Your Fault!
When Harry woke up, he could here voices somewhere above. He froze when he heard his name.
"Harry scared us all when we were unable to find him," Harry recognized as Professor Dumbledore's voice
"But how did you know that Weasley knew where Potter was?" Harry recognized this voice Professor Mcgonagell's voice.
"I thought that part was quite simple. I figured Mr.Weasley had done something wrong since he wasn't with Ms.Granger. So I figured that he was out at the Quidditch pitch, because in my younger days I always found that flying was an excellent way to get rid of one's feelings.' Professor Dumbledore said
"You found him? Questioned Professor Mcgonagell.
Yes, he came down and met me and he then told me the whole story except a few parts that I know he left out, but I was able to fill in the blanks." Dumbledore said smiling slightly. "But he did tell me that Harry was in the room of requirement, I thanked him and I immediately left for the room of requirement. Upon coming to the room of requirement I found his unconscious body and I levitated him down to the infirmary.
"Strangled," questioned Mcgonagell quietly.
"Precisely, and we have now been waiting for two long and very worrisome days." Dumbledore said sighing.
That is where you're wrong, almost two days," came Harry's rasping voice.
"Ah, Harry so glad your are awake, would like a glass of water?" Professor Dumbledore asked. Harry nodded; he indeed, was quite thirsty. Just as Harry finished drinking the water Madam Pomfrey bustled in.
"You're awake," she said.
"Obviously," Harry muttered so that Madam Pomfrey couldn't hear him. Dumbledore chuckled softly, but Professor McGonagell just looked at him sternly over her square spectacles.
"Albus, Minerva, if you could leave so that I can tend to my patient." Madam Pomfrey said.
"Certainly Poppy," Dumbledore said and in a swish of robes he was gone.
"As will I," Professor McGonagell said
"Wait, Professor, did you give Ron a detention and take away house points?" Harry questioned Harry hoping the answer was no.
I'm afraid I had to Potter, would you mind telling me why Weasley would attempt to hurt you? Asked Professor McGonagell.
Harry turned a very bright shade of red and muttered something that sounded like "I let him."
But Professor McGonagell had a very shrewd idea why. After the check up, Harry was allowed to go free. He was whistling merrily to himself as he walked through the Entrance Hall towards the Great Hall, when he heard something that was certainly not meant for him to hear.
(I thought about leaving off here and having a cliffy but decided against it because the chapter would be to short. So hope you enjoy chappies.) (And oh yeah I do have a girl ya moron.)
"Ronald Weasley, how could you do that to them?" Hermione screamed at her boyfriend.
"First off, he bloody deserves to go to hell for what he did to my sister." Ron bellowed back.
"You arrogant jerk, how could you, your little sister doesn't belong to you. You obviously did not listen to your sister," Hermione yelled furiously at Ron.
"I heard enough to know that Harry Potter assaulted Ginny," Ron yelled at Hermione defiantly.
Hermione then screamed, "We are though," and she smacked Ron with all her might leaving a huge red handprint on his face, and then she then stormed out of the great hall going right past Harry in the process and headed for the first floor stairs.
Harry was numb from shock as he watched Hermione's retreating figure, he then looked back at Ron who was steadily growing redder by the moment.
The next thing Harry knew, he was on the ground being pummeled by Ron.
Ron vaguely herd someone shout "Ron stop!" But it wasn't Hermione's, so he just ignored it.
"This (punch) all (punch) your (punch) fault (punch)" Ron bellowed at the top of his lungs. Ron hit Harry at least five more times after he had said the last few words, before Harry was able to push him off. Harry looked terrible, his lip was bleeding in two separate paces, his eye was already starting to get a bluish tinge to it, and his nose was obviously broken.
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'Ron is such an arrogant jerk' Hermione thought to herself. She was sitting at the top of the steps that lead to the entrance hall, when she started crying her heart out. She thought about Ginny and Harry's situation and about her breaking up with Ron, she hadn't meant for it to happen but she knew she couldn't take it back, and her little list of worries was about to grow a lot longer.
She then heard yelling downstairs in the entrance hall that sounded just like "Ron," she breathed terrifyingly.
When she ran down the stairs, she saw something that she was likely never to forget. Ron was on top of Harry, hitting Harry with all of his might, and as if his life was depending on it. Hermione opened her mouth in a silent scream. Thankfully Harry was able to push off Ron, but Harry didn't look to good at the moment.
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(Harry plays the blame game on himself here, so if you want to skip it go right ahead.)
"You know what Ron, you're right, every fucking thing is my fault. Cedric Diggory died because he was the spare. Sirius died because he cared to much about me which put him in an even more danger than he already was, and look where it has landed him, dead. When Hermione got petrified it was my fault, and all the other people who got petrified, that was my fault to because Riddle wanted me, not anybody else. Remember back in our first year, when you took the hit by that giant chess piece so that Hermione and I could go on. You know what, from now on, if anything bad ever happens to you, you can blame it on me, everybody else so why not you. I am so sorry; I always put your lives in danger without even thinking any thing through. Just think, if I had listened to Hermione, Sirius would still be alive. And now that we are on the topic of the department of Mysteries I can explain further of what happened to the five of you. You, almost get killed by a fucking brain, Hermione gets hit with some dark magic that nearly kills her, Ginny gets stunned and breaks her ankle, Luna was stunned and hit by a redactor curse, Neville was hit by the crutatious curse, not to mention breaking his nose, and I come out unscathed, and do you know what, I hate myself for it. Because I nearly lead all five of you to your death." After Harry had finished there was blood everywhere from his nose and he was panting heavily.
"But what about your life, mate," Ron asked feebly.
"Who fucking cares about my life," Harry said with contempt. After he had said this, he quickly fled.
Harry ran blindly, just to get away from everybody, not even noticing the heavy throbbing in his nose. He found himself in front of the portrait with the Fat Lady, he quickly mumbled the password and went inside. He then plopped down on the couch in front of the fire in the common room. He rested his head in his hands, his thoughts were muddled, he wasn't thinking about anything particular when.
"Harry?" Came a soft voice.
'Oh no, not now,' Harry thought despairingly.
"Are you okay," she asked questioningly.
"Ginny we really need to talk," Harry said through his hands. Harry then continued' "This is not going to work out between you, me, and Luna, and I need to chose between the two of you." Harry said this and he slowly turned to face Ginny, Ginny's eyes were red and swollen from crying.
"Harry," she gasped. "What happened?!?"
"I had another little run in with your brother." Harry said as he delicately touched his nose, which he regretted immediately as visibly winced.
"You're going to the hospital wing right now mister," Ginny stated firmly.
Grudgingly, Harry allowed Ginny to escort him to the hospital wing. Right when Harry and Ginny were about to enter they heard yet another angry voice roar at them.
"Get the fucking hell away from my sister Potter." Ron bellowed from the opposite end of the hall.
"I was just coming up to the hospital wing to see how you were doing and to maybe apologize to you, when I see you touching my sister." Ron yelled furiously at the top of his lungs.
It had seemed that some one had told one of their friends who passed the message on as well, and now it seemed that almost all of the Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs, and Ravenclaws were there. The three houses then formed what looked like a large circle around Harry and Ron. Bets where being made by the boys on what the outcome would be, while girls watched one and then the other to see who would move first.
"You're dead Potty," Ron said audibly as he shifted his feet apart to get a better fighting stance.
"Bring it on Weasel," Harry said in a deadly calm voice as he moved his hand in a motion, as if telling someone to come on.
"5 galleons and 8 sickles that Potter will win," Seamus said to Dean as he got out his money.
"You're on," Dean said with a smirk as he got out his money too.
(Well did you like this chapter, if you did please review, and even if you didn't, I will still take flamers, even if I don't like, it still improves my writing. Sorry for how long it took to update, my Microsoft word wasn't working for a long time. I'll try to update by Wednesday.)